Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts (10 January 1860 – 26 November 1943 / Douglas, New Brunswick)
Poems of Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
|2.||All Night the Lone Cicada||4/16/2010|
|3.||An April Adoration||4/16/2010|
|4.||An Epitaph for a Husbandman||1/1/2004|
|6.||At the Gates of Spring||4/16/2010|
|7.||Ave! (An Ode for the Shelley Centenary, 1892)||1/1/2004|
|8.||Bat, Bat, Come Under my Hat||1/1/2004|
|9.||Cambrai and Marne||4/16/2010|
|12.||Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea||1/4/2003|
|14.||In an Old Barn||1/1/2004|
|16.||O Earth, Sufficing All our Needs||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Autumn Thistles||1/1/2004|
The Departing of Gluskâp
It is so long ago; and men well-nigh
Forget what gladness was, and how the earth
Gave corn in plenty, and the rivers fish,
And the woods meat, before he went away.
His going was on this wise.
All the works
And words and ways of men and beasts became
Evil, and all their thoughts continually
Were but of evil. Then he made a feast.